4120 The unyielding Ling clan disciple
"The disciples of the Ling clan can be killed but not humiliated." Ling Ziyun's body was bent like a shrimp, and then he stood up again, trembling.
"Good, very good." Yuwen Sicheng's expression darkened, and he suddenly struck out with his palm, knocking Ling Ziyun to the ground. He then rushed forward, and kicked him again and again.
In the past few years, who knew how many scions had submitted to his tyrannical power? but this Ling Ziyun, who clearly looked as cowardly and weak as he could be, had actually dared to challenge his patience time and time again. Yuwen Sicheng was angry, truly angry.
With muffled thuds, Ling Ziyun spat out a mouthful of blood and his entire body convulsed. However, he gritted his teeth and refused to open his mouth to beg for mercy. He only glared at Yuwen Sicheng with eyes filled with hatred.
"Let's go help?" Ling Yixin couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to Ling Chuxi.
"Let's wait a little longer," Ling Chuxi said.
"What are you waiting for, sister Chuxi? are you just going to watch second uncle get bullied like this?" Ling Yixin's voice started to choke up. No matter how much Ling Ziyun had done wrong, he was still a relative of the Ling family. Who could watch as he was bullied by outsiders?
"Lingxin, don't you realize that second uncle is different from before?" Ling Chuxi slowly asked.
"It's different from before ..." Ling Yixin's eyes lit up.
That's right, the Ling Ziyun now was different. If it was in the past, he would probably be so scared that he would start crying and even kneel down to beg for mercy. But this time, even though he was covered in wounds and beaten up to the point that even they couldn't bear to see it, Ling Ziyun still gritted his teeth and didn't beg for mercy. The hatred in his eyes only grew stronger and stronger.
Ling Yixin seemed to have understood something and did not say anything more.
"Ling Ziyun, are you going to drill or not?" Yuwen Sicheng's foot was suspended Under Ling Ziyun's left arm. As long as his foot stomped down, Ling Ziyun's arm would be crippled.
"Yuwen Sicheng, if you don't kill me today, I will kill you with my own hands one day." Ling Ziyun shouted sternly. The intense pain spread throughout his entire body, but Ling Ziyun no longer felt fear. He only felt as if all the blood in his body had been ignited, surging and surging within his body, but he could not find an exit to let it all out.
"You won't have the chance!" Yuwen Sicheng was thoroughly enraged as he stomped down.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Ling Ziyun's arm bones broke.
Hearing this crisp sound, Ling Yixin and the others 'faces turned pale at the same time. Boundless anger grew in their hearts, like a Prairie lit on fire in autumn, with Flames of War filling the sky.
"Ah!" Ling Ziyun let out a furious roar, and like an injured wild beast, he suddenly leaped up from the ground, drawing his sword with a backhanded grip and stabbing at Yuwen Sicheng.
The anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. Ling Ziyun had forgotten his fear, forgotten his pain, and only had one conviction. Kill, kill, kill!
The sudden change caught Yuwen Sicheng off guard, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block.
"Choke!" Ling Ziyun's bloodlust had been completely roused. Sword after sword, he charged towards Ling Yuwen like a mad Tiger.
As he attacked, he angrily shouted,""I'll fight it out with you! I'll take you down with me!"
Last time, when he faced chake state, he had shouted the same words, but that was just for show. This time, he was really going all out.
"Chi!" Yuwen Sicheng's right sleeve was cut open, and if it wasn't for his quick reaction, it might have been cut off at the elbow by Ling Zi Yun.
